hands without leaves
wear bracelets of rain
as cars ride on waves
that retreat
down inlets of calm
broken guitar strings
shimmer on sidewalks
that bend into green
babies rock in hopeful arms
by quilted fires
as small fingers dip
in a puddle of eyes
on doorsteps
untied shoelaces drag
through the mud
to find
among the dirty
windows of a sandbox
a toy
it’s face a wide smile
just
after the rain
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Author:
Chris H (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Torrential rain leaves a mess and I am not sure whether the las image is a grim or happy sign. Well written with great images. Nicely done
Thank you, appreciated. Yeah with the last stanza I’m recognizing the cleansing and new beginnings one feels after a rain but, that inescapable mud tries to discourage us as we tighten the grip on hope! At least that was what I was shooting for. (:
You are most welcome
Beautiful imagery!
Thank you!
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